Talk To God

(álbum: KIMBERLY: The People I Used To Know - 2017)

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why?

They be like
"That bitch fake and lately I heard she been bleachin'" yeah
I just look at these hoes like "Y'all still reachin'?" yeah
And I admit that maybe I give them a reason, yeah
They always screaming "Next year gon' be they season," nah
And if you really knew the bitches that you look up to
Them hoes faker than the silicone in these boobs
Man, fuck a red carpet, gimme my just due
'Cause my numbers don't lie, but the industry do

Spending so much time talking crazy 'bout
Something y'all hoes don't know shit about
Living out your life on the Internet
While I spend my time getting to the checks

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why, oh why?

Bet you wanna see the tears fall
From my eyes
Ain't my doing, it ain't my fault
Talk to God
Talk to God
God...

Why you mad, with ya ugly ass starting somethin'?
I slick my baby hairs down, so I ain't stressing nothing
Always trying to make me be the girl that I used to be
I done laughed at all the hoes you seen on TV with me
Throwing shots when you know your chin ain't strong
Standing taller than you bitches with no heels on
They make it hard when you do this at this level
I put in time to spend that million on that bezel

Spending so much time talking crazy 'bout
Something y'all hoes don't know shit about
Living out your life on the Internet
While I spend my time getting to the checks

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why, oh why?

All them tweets that I [?] to me
You will never even see what they did to me
How you gon' like me when you don't like yourselves?
Y'all need some help, help
If there's [?]
A few years ago I probably woulda [?]

Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask him why, oh why, why, oh why?

Bet you wanna see the tears fall
From my eyes
Ain't my doing, it ain't my fault
Talk to God
Talk to..
Talk to..
(Or let Him confirm those lies
Ask Him why I'm fly)
It ain't my fault...